Niu Ma lay back on his pile of hay and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
Liu Zheng glanced at him, then pulled out his phone again.
"Lao Deng."
"What Lao Deng?"
The Earth Spirit on the other end of the phone asked in confusion.
"Oh, that's a term of respect for male elders in our village dialect."
He explained.
"Is it? How come I feel like your tone isn't very respectful."
The Earth Spirit said suspiciously.
"Then you're feeling it wrong, try feeling it again next time. Anyway, the important thing is, I've already been to the 'Die Happily' funeral home."
Liu Zheng said.
"How is it? How is it?"
The Earth Spirit immediately dropped the subject of the nickname and asked eagerly.
"They've definitely got it covered."
He nodded.
